To the vets for some more Cortisone. A slight misunderstanding about the purpose of our visit. " I'll drive out and be with you in half an hour " he says. A smile and a gallic shrug of the shoulders when I explain that all we need is some more of this marvellous life affirming medication. Time enough for him to make that special house call later - hopefully much later.
Pasta for dinner and roast chicken for lunch. The bowl licked, spotlessly, clean. Another day of long walks. Five of them yesterday. In the afternoon he heads out, yours truly in tow, to a lane we've often walked past but never been down before. He ploughs on determined to use the time that's left to explore new sights and places. Boundless energy and a new found zest for life. A burning desire to just see over the brow of that hill or round that next corner.
Day 5. We're already 66% over the initial three days alloted to us. Man proposes, God disposes. Wilf's happy and mercifully pain free. There's no greater gift. Tonight the village is having a party on the petanque court. In readiness a mobile discotheque has already appeared . Wilf christened each of its tyres on his first walk of the new day. Fun and frolics are in store. If Madame Bay is in the kitchen there may be sausages.
Amazing. A year ago to the day since we left Italy.